Days passed quickly.
Disciple One, couldn’t find Sam no matter where he looked and by the end of eighth day, the only place that was left is the Inn Sam was staying at.
Neither Disciple One, Nor the Red Glove rcenary group has any strength or authority in the inn, so they didn’t poke their noses into it early on and Disciple One was also convinced, that Sam wouldn’t be just hiding. He is sure that Sam would co early to prepare and hiding inside an Inn with complete protection is not sothing he would do.
But after there was no place left to search anymore, he couldn’t help but wonder if he is really there.
As if confirming his guesses imdiately, Sam peeked out of the window as he looked at the passerby while drinking the wine, he spent the eighth day doing just that and the mbers of the Red Glove rcenary saw him. It was too hard for them to miss.
Disciple One hurriedly ran over to see if that is true and when he looked at Sam, he looked back and waved his hand.
"Long Ti No see. Disciple One. How was your trip to the Red matter so far? Mine is delightful. I like the wine so much that I almost want to just stay inside and drink. You should try it soti. After all, you were too busy running around for quite a while. A drink might help cool your hot head."
Sam said that out loud and that attracted the attention of the people on the street. But they didn’t bother much after one sweeping glance.
As long as there is no fight, nothing interesting would happen.
So, they just left. But the guards of the inn and the city stayed there and took a look silently. They have a faint idea of who the Disciple One is. They don’t know his exact identity but they know that he is part of the people backing the red glove. So, they are a bit vigilant about him from the start.
"I thought you were here to do sothing. What are you doing hiding in the Inn like a coward? Oh, sorry I forgot you are indeed a coward. That is why, you sneak around and destroy the organizations, laying traps down for the people that co at you, because you don’t have balls to fight them head-on."
"Wow, that hurts. But tell sothing Disciple One. I took three blows from you, from the close range. But none of them managed to kill , why do you think so?"
"Because of your slimy tricks, what else?"
"Nah, you are giving way too much credit. Granted that my tricks would have definitely kept alive, I should have been severely injured at least. But I was almost unscathed.
You are an Astral Plane Consummate cultivator, only at the initial stage, but I am only a late-stage cultivator of the Transcendent plane, don’t you think you are way too useless."
"Why don’t you co down and find out? This ti I assure you that I won’t have any rcy."
"Oh my god, is that supposed to be a provocation? Does that usually work for you Disciple One? It is not half bad for soone of your intellectual capacity, but I am sorry, I brought my brain this ti, so I am not falling for that bait."
Disciple One looked at Sam hatefully while the rest of the crowd watching the show burst into chuckles, even the guards couldn’t help but laugh. But the Red Glove rcenary group mbers had a dumbfounded expression.
For the past few days, their boss has been warning them constantly about what a big shot this guy is and they are abiding by it, but now that soone dragged his face into the mud like that, they don’t even know how to react.
If possible, they would have made a move to capture that person to win so brownie points, but that is not possible now that Sam is in the inn.
As they were thinking about this, Sam once again spoke up.
"Disciple One, I have a deal for you, do you want to hear it?"
"Does that deal include serving your head on a silver platter?"
"Almost, just there would be no silver platter."
"What is it?"
"It is a bet. I bet that without even moving from this place, I will destroy every single mber of the Red Glove rcenary group? Anyone who stays within the vicinities of the Blood Cry city will be dead. If I win, you will let go without any fight.
If you win, I will co out and stand in front of you. You can capture as you like."
"And I need to take your word for that?"
"No, no. That would be stupid. We are going to sign a soul contract."
Disciple One looked at Sam for a mont and said.
"I will sign it. Send it down."
Sam quickly drafted the contract and signed it before throwing it down to Disciple One. He also signed it and threw it back to Sam.
"Now that the contract is signed, you can go back and wait. There is still so ti."
Disciple One was gone even before the words were finished. He went back to the tower and gave out orders.
"Search for all kinds of new things that entered the tower. Check all the tower formations. He is a master in setting traps, you all wouldn’t even know how you died if you miss sothing he set up."
For the next two days, they desperately searched for every nook and cranny of the tower and when they didn’t find anything, the leader suggested sothing.
"Sir, I think it is better for us to scatter and get out of the city for a while. It would be hard for him to capture us with all of us divided."
Disciple One went into deep thought. He also kind of agreed with that idea, but suddenly he felt sothing is amiss.
"Do you have any rivals?"
"Yes, Sir. Apart from the city authority, the Blood Band rcenary group is the next in line when it cos to strength after us and they are trying to snatch our position for a long ti."
"Do you have any inside n there?"
"Yes, Sir. Why?"
"Ask if there is any large-scale movent within the rcenary mbers of the Blood Band, particularly the main mbers."
The leader of the Red Glove left and ca back in half an hour.
"There is indeed a large-scale movent sir. When asked about it, they said that soone placed a large order for the Blood Born and so special fruits, and the whole group was mobilized. I don’t know if that is true or not."
Disciple One suddenly stood up and said.
"Call back, everyone. Every single mber of the Red Glove rcenary group must be back in the tower as soon as possible."
"But Sir, it would take at least three days to gather everyone as they are spread around deep in the forest."
"Then you better move faster. Call back everyone."
"Yes, Sir."
"Sam, I will see how you will destroy the Red Glove rcenary group."
Disciple One muttered to himself. But what he doesn’t know is that one of the attendants in the room has his pupils dilated and at the sa ti back in the Inn, Sam is looking at the Specter who is repeating everyone’s word Disciple One said.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at those words and gave out orders.
"Load the curses specter. Load every curse that we stored."
"Yes, Boss."
With that for the next three days, Red Glove rcenary group beca busy with calling back all their mbers while Sam was busy preparing the special treat. Of course, he is not busy himself, rather he kept the specter busy while he enjoyed the wine.
There were only two days for the fifteen days deadline to end and Sam decided to act on that last day.
But the day before that, Sam had an unexpected visitor.
He was directly allowed into his room which surprised Sam a bit. He beca extrely vigilant and got ready to use everything in his arsenal.
But when he looked at the person, he relaxed a bit. Because the one that ca in is only a Middle Stage Astral Plane cultivator. A young man.
He looked at Sam and said.
"I almost thought that no one is in the room when I sensed it from outside, the concealnt formation is too good."
"Well, my very own creation. It is bound to have so standards."
"You are confident in yourselves. That is good. I am here to make a deal."
"Before we get to it, can you tell why I should be making a deal with you?"
"No, you are not making a deal with . You are making the deal with soone else. I am just a ssenger."
"And who are you carrying this ssage for?"
"Ever heard of Gaja Clan?"
Sam’s face turned from skepticism to disbelief in an instant.
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